Will a man sell his soulWhen a man wants to
Here in the IslesRest for a whileGreen rolling hillsTime doth
For I, will live in your lifeAnd all your sorrow
For I'll never see you. againAnd I'll never please you.
I woke up on a gaelic mornThe kindred soul within
Some are born through sorrow,Some are born through pain,Some are
Through an age of fighting menWhen sword was mightier than
In the curragh and off we goO'er to Scotland's shores
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